Deep in the Act - Chapter 54

[Chapter 54]

With both hands on the steering wheel, Micro Motion looked at the building on the side of the road through the windshield. The address was given by Fang Chi. When he received a call in the gallery this morning, his whole chest was boiling.

“Hello,” he pretended to be indifferent and said, “Who is that?”

There was silence for a while: “It’s me, Fang Chi,” the voice was so soft that it was unreal, and Micro Motion listened greedily. After waiting for two months, it was so ordinary when I received it. Fang Chi said: “I want to trouble you, can you pick me up this afternoon if you have time, I don’t have a car now…”

Too lame an excuse, but Micro Motion’s His lips rose immediately, and he followed his words and said, “I have a lot of things to do today, how about this, you can send me the time and address, and I will go there when you free your hands.

” Every pore is trembling. Today he really has a lot of things to do. Both the gallery and the company have just started. He turned down two clients and a business meeting. He arrived at the place early and waited hour after hour.

Fang Chi came out of the building at 4:30 in the afternoon, standing under the big sign of “Mental Illness Treatment and Prevention Center”, Micro Motion honked at him, and he walked towards the wind, visibly thinner, as thin as a patient .

He got in the car, carrying the smell of the wind, and closed the door.

Micro Motion gripped the steering wheel nervously, forcing himself to be careless, eager to say something, Fang Chi said to him first: “You have changed the car.”

“Oh, yes,” Micro Motion released the handbrake, put the gear on, and drove Drive out of the narrow driveway: “Just changed.”

Fang Chi’s feeling has changed a bit, he is not as confident as before, but looks calm: “Sahara, it’s not like your style.”

With a frown, Micro Motion deliberately said to him: “He likes this.”

“He”, Fang Chi didn’t ask who “he” was, and shut his mouth wisely, and stopped talking.

Micro Motion regretted it a little, and his anxiety began to rise. When the red light was empty, he lit a cigarette, put down the window glass, and took a deep breath.

When he arrived, he specially combed his hair, went home and changed into a suit, and wiped his leather shoes with care cream. Fang Chi saw all this, and he had too much to say to him, separated by a storage box. For example, “How is the company running?”, such as “Are you still afraid of the dark?”, the last thing to say is: “You smoke.”

Micro Motion glanced at the cigarette between his fingers, and smiled helplessly: “Bad habit.” Some kind of bitter blankness, he turned up the volume, the CD sounded, and it became more and more clear: “I want to please you, because you just approached, and the lips just need that slight warmth,

just kiss, don’t ask anything, forgetting the shape is the one in front of you.” responsibility…”

Fang Chi can understand a little Cantonese, and the decadent lyrics reminded him of Micro Motion in the bar last night: “Song…” He loosened his neckline: “It’s also what ‘he’ likes Micro

Motion

‘s eyes deviated from the lane, turned to look at him, and sang in his ear:

“Please rest assured, I will not regret for the rest of my life. Tomorrow, someone will be more cruel than you.

Betray me. Don’t take kindness and compassion. I am so easy. Lover…”

is indeed Zou Yun’s favorite song, but Gao Zhun doesn’t want to admit it: “No…” He was lying, when the phone rang, Zou Yun called, he looked at Fang Chi, and pressed his index finger to his lips , told him not to make a sound, and turned the volume at the same time, the singing became quieter, and the last few lines of the lyrics still stubbornly entered Fang Chi’s ears: “Hold whoever comes, love is an instinct, there is no need to treat it as an exclusive honor,

whoever The name will be scratched into a dazzling scar, which is deeper than the nostalgia…”

Micro Motion answered the hands-free, Zou Yun spoke lively, even a little noisy: “Bao’er, the dumplings I made at night, vegetarian three delicacies, what else do you eat? Vegetables?”

“Let’s make some porridge.” Micro Motion, smoking a cigarette, changed lanes freely: “It’s the kind of vegetable porridge from last time.”

“How long have you been back?” asked the other side, and he was very sticky. Zhun: “The dumplings will be cold for a while.”

“Traffic jam, about forty minutes.”

Three fresh dumplings and green vegetable porridge, Fang Chi clenched his fists, the apex of his heart throbbed, he couldn’t tell whether it was unintentional or intentional, he said coldly: “I want to get off the car.”

Before Gao Zhun had time to speak, the phone call Zou Yun got angry first: “Fuck! Who the hell are you!”

Fang Chi blushed and remained silent, Zou Yun kept cursing, Micro Motion smacked his lips in disgust, and hung up the phone directly.

Fang Chi was a little surprised, he didn’t allow him to ask, the phone rang again, Micro Motion hung up for the second time, and repeated this five or six times, Zou Yun stopped for ten minutes, and still called, Micro Motion answered, without any guilt Appearance: “Calm down?” The

other end should be on fire, so Gao Zhun said: “Don’t wait for me, dumpling.”

“Is he still there?” Well, it’s alright if I’m wrong…”

Gao Zhun laughed: “Who the hell are you, you don’t need to admit your mistakes.”

Fang Chi’s eyes widened suddenly, but he didn’t move, and didn’t even dare to turn his head to look , the scalp tensed and stretched, and the fingers trembled so much that they could hardly make a fist.

“Okay, if you want to wait, just wait, don’t be nasty with me.” Micro Motion hung up the phone quickly, this time the car was really quiet, you could hear the humming engine, Fang Chi seemed like a dead branch sprouting new shoots, Gaining confidence: “I want to get out of the car.”

Micro Motion glanced at him, and suddenly increased the speed of the car: “Can you not play your temper with me?”

This is not obedient, Fang Chi turned his head to the window, but the corners of his mouth secretly curled up up.

Ten minutes away, the building of Fang Chi’s treatment room could be seen from a distance. Micro Motion began to slow down. Getting out of the car, the metal sound of the seat belt being

unbuttoned

, the creaking sound of the leather seat when he changed his sitting position, he was so sad that he almost burst into tears. Suddenly, Fang Chi said, “Today…is Wednesday.”

A silent fire burns.

The incandescent lamp “squeaked” and Micro Motion stood behind Fang Chi, squinting slightly. The white wall reflected the light, making the room even brighter. There were desks piled with files, red recliners in the treatment area, lonely hangers, and even The position of the fan blades of the air conditioner has not changed, as if it was yesterday.

“Our Wednesday,” Fang Chi said naturally, as if there was no special meaning, he moved two chairs and arranged them, still at the same angle: “Wednesday, let’s draw a period.”

Periods, Micro Motion doesn’t like periods, He sat down on his own chair, he regarded this chair as his own, how many patients have actually sat on it before: “It’s not necessary,” he said, “I’ll be fine soon.”

Fang Chi also sat down , holding a pen and paper: “Can you tell me about your recent private life?”

Micro Motion chuckled: “Private life,” he raised his legs provocatively: “You mean sex?”

“Yes,” Fang Chi pushed Pushing the glasses: “Affair.”

Micro Motion lowered his face, with a icy coldness: “The first time…” He opened and closed his lips, chewing some words on his lips, and spit out after chewing: “It’s a Doctor, just like you, wears glasses,” he numbly recalled that day, hugging his shoulders, feeling a little cold: “We went to the hotel, he liked to lick me…”

Fang Chi memorized mechanically, with deep strokes and shallow strokes: “Do you feel happy?”

“Happy,” Gao Zhun didn’t even think about it, “why aren’t you happy? We made love non-stop all night.”

Fang Chi didn’t look up: “Then do you think of your traumatic experience?”

Gao Zhun shook his head: “I didn’t know until that night that there is nothing traumatic. It’s just that the ass is penetrated by a man. Don’t you still look for life and death like a chaste woman.”

He didn’t use a question, it was more like a hypnotic self Persuaded, Fang Chi noticed that his eyes were empty: “And then, are you addicted to this kind of life?”

“All kinds of men,” Gao Zhun chuckled, but Erlang lowered his legs, and his posture shrank a little: “Drunk life, dream… ”

At this delicate moment, Fang Chi inserted it precisely: “Including Jusitn?” Micro Motion trembled

, and looked at him blankly. Fang Chi’s face was so pale, but with a scorching temperature, he felt as if he was lost. After a long time, tears welled up, and he quickly covered his eyes: “I met by chance in a bar…” He said bravely, “He is very good at playing, but he failed in Zurich…”

Fang Chi put down the pen and paper, Want to touch him, but dare not: “Don’t live this kind of life again, don’t get entangled with those men anymore.”

Tears flowed uncontrollably, and Micro Motion wiped them indiscriminately: “There must be someone…”

“That person Well,” Fang Chi touched his arm slightly, and then pulled him into his arms: “How long have you known each other?”

Gao Zhun gritted his teeth and said nothing, Fang Chi gently coaxed: “Is he nice to you?”

Stubbornly, Gao Zhun broke free from his arms, Fang Chi was like a jealous husband desperate for face, and asked the bottom line: “Where did you meet, in those… bars?”

“I’ve known each other for a long time, longer than you,” Gao Zhun She smiled brightly, looked at him with tears, and because of a guilty conscience, her chin was raised high: “In the parking lot, one midnight, in that Cayenne.”

Fang Chi didn’t understand. After about ten seconds, he realized that his eyes were wide open. Round, staring at Micro Motion in disbelief, Micro Motion seemed to have been stripped naked, the incandescent lamp above his head seemed to be a hundred times brighter, exposing him maliciously, stabbing him, he was ready to bear, Fang Fang Chi’s reproach, or contempt, Fang Chi trembled all over, so that the metal chair was “clicking”, Micro Motion waited resignedly, but Fang Chi just took off his glasses angrily, turned his head, and wiped it with the back of his hand. Tears, he couldn’t wipe them off several times, he tried hard to suppress them, and finally wept bitterly while shaking his shoulders.

This broke Micro Motion’s heart even more than merciless cursing. He panicked and didn’t know what to do. Fang Chi twitched with his back facing him. Trembling, he tried to hug that thin back, trying to use it The whole chest was warmed, but sadness seemed to be contagious, he wept harder than Fang Chi.

“I’m sorry…” he said, almost at the same time, Fang Chi also said the same, and the two spoke in unison.

They cling to each other, dazed, drifting in the boundless sea of bitterness, the momentary heartbeats in the past, those temptations and ambiguities, those loves and those hates, flashed like a revolving lantern until Fang Chi pushed him away, stood up, covered his face and walked into the bathroom .

Gao Zhun half-folded on the chair, chasing the back with blurred eyes, and slapping the water in front of the sink, Micro Zhun suddenly had a greedy thought, just wanted to be together, to be with him.

“Let’s go,” Fang Chi said, accompanied by the sound of cold water in winter: “The treatment is over.”

Micro Motion froze, his face twitching in grievance, but Fang Chi couldn’t see it, and because he couldn’t see it, Micro Motion could be lucky Pretending, pretending to be coquettish: “Before you leave, won’t you sleep with me once?”

Fang Chi turned on the tap, but didn’t answer, Micro Motion’s heart was empty, he lit a cigarette after several times, staggered up, Walking to the window, Qi Qiran watched the bustling crowd outside the window, Fang Chi came out from behind, and stopped a few steps away: “Leave him, don’t insult yourself.”

Gao Zhun smiled, let’s make it the last thought , he thought, smoked quietly for a while, turned around, and looked at Fang Chi provocatively with a kind of arrogance riddled with holes: “You won’t sleep with me, and you won’t let me sleep with others, what do you want?” How is it?”

Micro Motion took out the key to open the door, it was already midnight, but the light was on in the room, Zou Yun was sitting on the broken sofa, the ashtray was full of cigarette butts: “I’m back.” He stood up and rubbed Eyes, thinking about it and avoiding it, took a careful look at Micro Motion.

Gao Zhun brushed past

him, going to pull the box in the corner, Zou Yun asked lightly: “Have you slept?”

I kept the dumplings warm.”

Gao Zhun sighed: “I’m back…”

Zou Yun knew what he was going to say, and interrupted loudly: “I bought you a pair of shoes.” He passed by too much, and his neck was stuck , pointing to the front of the TV cabinet, where there is a pair of white sneakers on Zhou Zhou: “It’s genuine…”

“I don’t wear that kind of shoes at all.” Micro Motion only glanced, and dragged out the box from the corner.

Zou Yun looked at him anxiously, watching him pull down the clothes from the closet one by one and stuff them into the box: “Can’t you go?” He asked, like a child who won’t stay: “You go out to play, I don’t care , as long as you don’t leave!”

“You’re right,” Micro Motion said incoherently, clutching the pile of messy clothes in his hands, “I slept with him, I thought one sleep would be enough, but I didn’t know until I slept. , I want to sleep with him for the rest of my life!” The

implication is that Zou Yun is the extra one, he understood what he said, and showed a hurt expression, but in a blink of an eye he laughed again, and pulled Micro Motion shamelessly: ” One night, just one night,” he pushed the box away from him, “I’ll clean it up for you, and you go take a shower.”

Micro Motion looked at him with a complicated expression, maybe it was pity, or maybe it was helplessness, and slowly relaxed hand.